The Mo Qingcheng in front of him is too young, only twenty-one or twelve years old, there is no cold arrogance on his body, and there is no stinging sharpness in his eyes, he still looks warm and affectionate, like an elegant and lazy lion with his claws in his hands.

By now, she can't tell whether he failed her or herself in her previous life.

Or maybe everything between them shouldn't have started in the first place.

He can follow his plan and become the president of a country on high above, instead of a lonely ghost who has died a tragic death.

Mo Qingcheng didn't expect her to react so much, and just wanted to comfort her, but when he saw her lift the quilt, he got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror.

The fair skin still has an abnormal flush after the joy, and a pair of charming and transparent fox eyes grow on a delicate and beautiful melon seed face, although immature, but the beauty is amazing.

She had forgotten that she had ever been so young, and only remembered that in the next twelve years, the people she cared about and cared about her left one after another.

Since the child is gone, she has been drunk, addicted to drugs, degenerated, tortured people and ghosts, and killed the man she loved most in her life.

And all this stems from her cowardice and stupidity.

She pinched herself hard, the pain came, and she came back, really back.

Back to the day that turned all her life upside down and changed her fate.

It's all so incredible, and yet it's really happening.

"Your heart warms, are you okay?" A distressed voice came.

Xinnuan knows that things can't be avoided now, so they can only face it.

She took a deep breath, opened the door, looked at the face outside the door full of anxiety and distress, held back the sourness in her heart, and said as calmly as possible: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry." You just came back from the army and haven't come home yet, go home and see, your aunt must miss you. ”

The ancestors of the Mo family were the founding heroes, the grandfather was the president, and the father was the head of the cabinet, and the power has long permeated the entire country.

Not surprisingly, he will be the most powerful candidate for the next president, and he did become president before he was reborn.

Mo Qingcheng didn't expect the two to have a relationship under such circumstances, like a stunned boy with a bewildered face, he said in a trembling voice: "Are you angry?" My heart warms, I just love you too much. We'll go tomorrow to get the permit, no, we'll go now. ”

Her hair was fluffy, reddish, slightly swollen, moist and full, unusually suitable for kissing.

He was so moved that he reached out to hug her, but she quietly avoided her.

"You go back first, don't let the family worry." Her voice was cold and calm, not at all coquettish and gentle.

The passion of the whole body was extinguished, and Mo Qingcheng felt a twitch in her heart, not knowing why she was suddenly so indifferent to herself.

Just as he was about to ask, there was a knock on the door.

"My heart is warm, Madame told you to go down."

Song Yu'er pushed the door and walked in, and what caught her eye was a pair of lean and powerful long legs, boxer pants that clinged to her wheat-colored skin, a mermaid line that had sunk into the depths, and strong and sexy abdominal muscles, and she couldn't help blushing.

Especially when she saw his handsome face wrapped in sunlight and those touching light blue eyes, Song Yuer only felt that her heart was beating fast and wanted to jump out of her throat.

"Ink ...... Young Master Mo. Song Yu'er stammered and opened her mouth, desperately retracting her gaze, and saw the messy tangled clothes on the ground, and was stunned for a moment.

"Get out!"

Mo Qingcheng said in a low voice, his handsome face was as cold as ice, and the unique majesty and domineering of the officer were fully revealed.

Song Yu'er was frightened, her face turned pale, and just as she wanted to explain, she saw the warmth of her heart coming out with her body in a bathrobe, as well as the bruises on her body.

Needless to say, she also knew what had happened in this room just now, and suddenly, a fire of jealousy burned in her heart.

Why is she so good? It's not enough to be sought after by 10,000 people, but also to have a man like Mo Qingcheng!

Yes, it's all because of her family background, who let her have a father like Su Mingzhe.

If she had a dad like that—

Thinking of this, Song Yu'er's eyes flashed with a trace of gleam and excitement.